So my phone was stolen this weekend while at Psys. It was Saturday night and I was having a ball with a number of pals when somebody came up with the bright idea of forming a mugithi train (well at the time I thought it was bright). Always one for a little fun I joined in and all was great until I put my hand over the pocket of my jeans and realized that my phone was no longer there. I immedeatly knew that it was the guy behind me who had picked my pocket and I told him as such. He put on a long suffering face and accused me of having lost my marbles. I would have none of that. I roughed him into the loo and searched him (in the presence of 2 of my buddies (who would later say that I was last seen scuffling with some jamaa in the loos!!!)) but didn't find it. We called it and it wasn't on mteja yet. So I dashed out of the loo hoping to hear it ringing through the loud banter and music but tht was not to be.
So the thief guy comes after me saying something or other while waving his hands and then leaves. I was still not satisfied because I KNEW that the guy had stolen my phone. So I follow him out and see him put something in a car that drives off. I pretend to see the license plate number and nod while pointing at him as if to say 'I got you now'. I'm not too sure if I fooled him though coz I'd really have needed bionic vision to have been able to see that far. So he comes towards me daring me to bring it on & I go for back up.
The back up comes and I get all over his face telling him that he's a thief and that I'm taking him straight to the cops. And I mean all over his face with barely a centimeter between our noses. And lo and behold a crowd of about 10 not-so-nice looking guys materializes and they ask what we want with their boy. Being hyper-active (what with the pynts in the system and the safe knowledge I have back-up) I shout at them telling them the way their boy is a no-good-thief who were taking to the cops and blah-blah-blah. Luckily, part of my back-up notices that these guys look like they mean business and tells us to back off (I can't remember if I needed restraining) and the guys just walk away. As they leave I notice that one was holding the back of his pants like he might have had a gun and I quickly think 'He! My phone wasn't that expensive! If you want it that bad, you can certainly have it!'
So here I am phoneless. The story wouldn't be complete without my noting that I was in the club for a further 3 hours in the least and I got the DJ to play my choice of music by explaining to him that my phone had been stolen ... Making the best of a bad situation?
